“Rubber Mallet.” ( short story)

With each swing of the mallet, I pound the spike deeper into the ground.

Anger, jealousy, envy, and hate fuels my swings but, I cannot stop pounding the spike more profoundly into the ground until my arm and shoulder begin to ache as tears and sweat streaming along my cheeks.

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I'm a retiree voicing my wisdom, opinion, and thoughts about the retirement lifestyle and life in general as a travel blogger touring the US.
I’m an aspiring pre-published indie author of baby boomer romance and adventures, with a whimsical comedic side. I photograph landscapes and wildlife, along with mountain biking/trail riding, kayaking, hiking, and backpacking.
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I travel along the back roads and highways of America, Canada, and Mexico, documenting my adventures in print, photography, and video.

Ola! It's just an amatuer rhyming or just penning down my encounters and perspectives of life.Here's to hoping that someone might relate to it or get inspired.(Pics belong to Rightful owners).Stay tuned on SUNDAYS .Yep,there'll be new content on sundays for sure.But i will post on other days,when i get free time in my hectic schedule.If you're still reading,i'm a medico who wanna be annoymous for now.Thanks a lot for your time.Hope you have an awesome time ahead.